I just finished reading the book I left incomplete a few months ago. The book by none other than the legend himself, “Earnest Hemmingway”. The author doesn’t need an introduction and this work by him is already acclaimed by many.
As difficult as it sounds, if I have to use one word to describe this novella, I shall use “beautiful”
This is one of those stories I’d happily read in childhood as it vividly describes the bright colors of fish, the roaring waves of the sea, a young boy, and yes THE OLD MAN. Characters and object often associated with children’s literature.
But may be I’d have just read the book for the story and nothing else at that time and now when I read it, I can actually feel and fathom that the writer has conveyed myriads of thoughts entrapped in those hundred pages of magic.
The old man suffering from constant failures and still not ready to give up. The young little boy, who’s love and fidelity towards the old man never faded. How he takes care of him, when he slept on newspapers and didn’t have a crumb to eat.
It is a story of hope; a story of not giving up; a story that mystically conveys the fight of a feeble old man against the leviathan sea.
It was a struggle so surreal and how the man marooned in the ocean between sharks and brackish water tries to put all his efforts despite all the forces going constantly against him. How in those times of distress he tries to be sanguine and encouraging himself to keep going. It makes me believe that all the motivation one needs, especially in dire situations, lies within us. We are our own anchors. The defeat is just nugatory, perhaps what matters is the journey, the fight, the spirit and not the result.
I would like to quote a few lines from the book itself,
“Now is no time
to think of what you do not have.
Think of what you can do
with that there is”
Some books please your senses and some touch your soul. This is definitely the latter… 🙂